Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Ken Murder News

"Temperance yes people to that kind of heart," Jeje chirped.

They looked their annoyed faces when they caught a glimpse of this news.

"I know the murder" I said.

Mom approached me while looking at me.

"Don't make up for you, Dek," said the mother.

I knew I wouldn't believe everything I said. I decided to keep quiet without answering my questions.

We went back to watching television, not feeling the twilight began to arrive. Sunlight also penetrates from the cracks of glass that is not covered with curtains.

"Mama cook first, for dinner later," said Aunt Santi to Jeje.

Then behind him followed mother and grandmother walking hand in hand.

"Key." Call Jeje.

I looked towards him.

"You have a vision of the murder?" jeje asked while wailing to make sure there was no one else.

I just nodded to confirm Jeje's words.

"News dong, Key," she asked.

"No, you won't believe it either" I said.

"Trust me, tell me. Please, Key," Jeje insisted.

I looked around me too, to make sure there was no one else but the two of us. After that, I told him as I saw in my dream. I told him that I was lying on the path until I walked that far enough, that I accidentally saw a red lantern that led me to the cruel murder.

When I told the story, I saw Jeje's ever-changing expression as if people were scared.

"I can't shadow me if I'm in your position" Jeje said.

"It's just a dream" I replied.

Jeje scrunched his forehead.

"Dreams are dreams, but dreams are real. Iiih serem," said Jeje.

I laughed when I heard Jeje.

"Keyla laughed, instead" Jeje said with a pouting mouth.

"Yes, your dreams are always beautiful? Wasn't that a murder dream or a ghost?" manya curious.

I have never heard from anyone else about their dreams.

"Yes no, but the dream of people like me is like this is just a flower of sleep. Well you mostly become real, if so you must be worried," said Jeje.

I also lowered my head.

"Yes, I'm afraid if in my vision or in my dreams I meet my parents. I'm afraid my dream will come true" I said with a gloomy face.

Jeje stroked my hand.

"I'm cooking yuk" Jeje asked as she pushed me into the kitchen.

Maybe that's Jeje's way of taking my mind off. In the kitchen I saw three great women were busy with their activities.

Mom helped peel the onions, grandma chopped the vegetables. Aunt Santi fries fish. They turned their heads when they heard the sound of my wheelchair.

"Hi Jeje, Keyla," said the grandmother.

I don't know why we're just smiling at the same time. Jeje accompanied me while the others were busy.

Not long after the cooking was all cooked. Mother and the others arranged the food on the dining table, while Jeje still helped me to push. At this time my father came to accompany us.

"Where are you from, Dad?" I asked, because from afternoon I did not see my father until magrib arrived.

"That, Deck ... I joined the people on the front street. Again the same uproar, said Rasni," replied the father.

"What is Miss Rasni whose house was down the street before that turn, Dim?" sahut Aunt Santi.

"Yes, Mother. I don't understand what they're talking about, but it's just not wrong about Mbak Rasni," said the father.

While arranging and chatting, finally the food is ready to serve.

"Yes, we eat first," said the grandmother.

We gather at the dinner table and eat. I helped my father sit in a chair so he could eat together. The feeling of happiness can feel a slightly normal life for me. Although not able to move completely as before, but this has been able to make me happy.

Tonight, we went through with joy. We got together, talked together and these are all the things I missed when I was in the hospital.

"Second two more days we have to check up like the doctor recommended," said the father told as we were busy watching television.

"Yes, Dad. Oh yeah, can I ask you something?" I asked with a little doubt.

"Don't tell me you want to stop by Kevin's house." Mom's lawful.

I smiled at my mother who understood my wish.

"No!" said the mother who was horrified a little taut.

"Well." whining.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and Dad looked back at me.

"You what?" ask father gently.

I glanced at my mother before answering her question, without me noticing I put my hands together and pitted my two thumbs. I hesitated to speak, I was afraid that the incident that I had with father when this happened again with mother.

"Just want a story about his mother. But if you don't allow, yes it's not so," I said while looking down.

Mother shifted her seat closer to me, then she held my chin to direct my face to see it.

"Byeah, as long as it's a story. Can't do more than that. Remember, we all want you to heal," said the mother firmly.

I smiled at my mother, then said, "Okay, Mom. Thanks, yeah."

Mother rushed to hug me, sometimes she kissed my forehead affectionately.

"Yes, Deck. Later try to contact Bi Asih to arrange for us to meet, who knows we can meet with Kevin all of you," said the mother.

"Why not try it now, Al," said Aunt Santi.

"OK deh. Take my cell phone for a moment." Mom moved from her seat to the room I was in.

During my time like this, my mother and I slept in the same room. So that when I need something I don't need to be hard-earned to call him.

Mom immediately came with a cell phone in her hand. Mother sat with us again, now she is the center of attention.

"Mom, you want a phone?" my many.

"Send a short message first. Afraid that the boss who looks restless is at home, afraid of Bi Asih in angerin," replied the mother.

"Yes, it's better that way. Later if at the right time let Bi Asih call us," said grandma.

Mother also typed in a short message, at first she reminded that the mother who called her. Then mother asked Bi Asih readiness for us to connect.

Long enough Bi Asih responded, so we still decided to go back to watching television. While we were laughing together, suddenly my mother's phone rang.

Mom immediately took her phone.

"Who, Ma?" ask dad.

I looked up and said, "Bi Asih."

"Hello, Assalamualaikum" said the mother.

Mom immediately loud the speaker.

"Hello, waalaikumsalam. Yes, Madam. What's the need?" ask Bi Asih.

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